Who: Ben Holladay and Kendra Stewart. What: The newest addition to the cirque gets a guided tour. When: Friday afternoon. Where: Rolling Acres RV Park, along I5 in central California. Warnings: TBD.
They'd had a successful set of shows and now it was time to be on the road again. Or, well, they had been on the road. A blown tire had them stopping a little earlier than usual. The sun was still up when they descended on an unsuspecting RV park, setting up a large block of trailers and campsites with the kind of swiftness that only came from constant repetition. Even after they'd gotten settled, the area that they'd claimed as their own was still bustling with activity. Dogs barked, lions roared, and voices raised in lively conversation. There was never a quiet moment, not when they were all in the same place. If anyone thought this was bad, then they were in for a surprise once the sun went down.
As for Ben, he took the opportunity to absorb some of that sunshine. It was getting toward that tie of year that he loathed. The time when having a cold-blooded headmate was the worst curse anyone could have. Winter. They stuck mostly to the southern states during those times, since no one wanted to freeze their ass off in a tent during a Wisconsin December, but Ben was still sad to say goodbye to summer. He planned on making the most of what little time he had left.
Leaving Rissa with Damien (since, otherwise, she would poke and prod and tug until daddy got up and did something more interesting) he stripped off his shirt and claimed the top of a picnic table. Stretching out, he laid perfectly still. It was the kind of stillness humans, full humans, never accomplished. Cobras, however, were masters at lying in wait. Not that he was waiting for anything. He was just trying to get warm. And it was working. He could practically feel the sunlight seeping in to his bones. This was nice. Maybe he could take a nap. People had stopped trying to surprise him when his eyes were closed a long time ago. He shoved his shirt under his head, bent one knee comfortably, and made it his mission in life to doze off.